[Verse 1: Sparks]What mean the world to youShit about 4, 5, 6 bricksI roll em', cut off, spit em' the livin' room on the glass mirrorWanna see if that coke steady, okSee if folk gonna test a nigga and bring the toolsLike the flutes and the twoSee if that shit turn green or blue (green or blue)Yo look here homie, this here pure coke with meGet off me and go take the thingsGuarantee get your fuckin' face freeze (your face freeze)And so, then let me know, ya I knowYou wanna fuck wit me, you wanna cop yo work for meI know there's bucks involved, you don't touch the squad okYou can bring just some your roadiesLeave two outside, bring two inside, just don't bring that bullshitCuz we all gon time and get caught for this shitI know your number, cuz I once got caught for shitIn court for shit, like look Ian, I don't feel what I done was a crimeWhen I crossed your invisible line (when I crossed your invisible line)When I crossed your border, with a thousand quartersYa'll niggaz do when they broke gotta test the waters (gotta test the waters)You know you wanna fuck wit me

[Verse 2: Young Chris]We talkin' bout that blowThat B. L. O. W. Sniff itTryin' to tell you it's the shizzitGuaranteed you get addictedLemme know, how you want it, pure white, or be pecific (specific)I just came from the PacificMy connect is jet-o-fficalThat's how we roll, keep it comin'Long as Chris up in position, Imma keep this shit consistentNever bitch up at the districtLet em know, Young Gunna is just a new niggaBout to blow straight to the tizzleNever write straight, off the tizzleWith the flow, I get it from my big homie SigelBut I got my own Eagles, if it's guaranteed to meet youWe can?, but back to that B. L. OGot some shit that I can teach youKnow if I cook up niggaz treat you weirdGot some people, might be interested to speak toIf your strips slow, you get your men, I get my peopleWhen we get dough, give them niggaz fore warnin'Lock down all four corners, watch that shit flow

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[Verse 3: Twista]I'm a nigga that'll never go a brokeTwo of tens always help a motherfucker get back upI can hook you up with whatever you wantTill' the city doubles fifty bricks and brothas get smacked upCouple of hustle up real ass niggaz on the block, the hoes, you need some hardTwista be servin' with the nigga Spark, and the rocks, blows, weed, carsSee us transform, double cocaine to a cherry 04 RangeLoad the ki's in the sprees, and I'm gettin' P'sAnd I'm makin' G's, so I wanna go in your bankCuz you feelin' the feelin' of makin' a killin'Of steady comin' up, Imma cop myself a whole blow feelBlow so trill, you can tell it was the real dealEven if I hit a high with a pillTell me how you feelBaby you was feelin' kinda frozeWhen you took a squirt up in the noseSteady servin' O's, cuz the fiends gotta get itEven though they know it make they body decomposeReafer in my clothes, and you know we cookin' up or shakin' upSo somebody close the door, watchin' for the law and gotta stay up on my toesMakin' stacks, motherfucker, tell me what you know about that

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[Verse 4: Oschino]See the dope move, see the coke moveSee that nigga push ki's like a pro toolFuck a 9 to 5, I got 95 drones all in the back of the rideAnd they pure like a virgin, I'm servin'And I ain't talkin' bout Serena or VenusI'm talkin' bout that shitThat have you doin' 50 years in a box beatin' your penisSee the car vette, see the house vette, see the young boy diggin' ya styleAnd you say you love that shitThey think we Shallow Hal no it's just Oschino baby (yea baby)I'm dippin' the man, I'm dippin' the canI'm the reason you can dip that straw in the gramsAnd get high, but you wouldn't understand (It's all about that blow)I'm your blow supplier, the hoes admireMy whole attire, my rims and tires, niggaz wearin' wires(Actin' like they wanna do a deal with O)Trains, planes, automobilesWon't get that work across the stateRun till' they always getting' rid of the weightSweatin' under pressure while you talkin' to jakesSweatin' in the kitchen, while cookin' the cakesSweatin' in the mix, puttin' doe in a safeYou can sweat me right in front of my faceAnd there's nuttin' you can do about it